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I see God as too big for any one religion or worldview. I discover truth in so many forums, of awe kinds. I see a transcendent abundance inviting me into overwhelming gratitude. The wrest is details of any given branding project.

That Most Slalom Prey

My God
Isn’t
Big enough
Fore won religion
To be fare
A perennial brand
Like Coke
Or IBM
Awe the same
Patently falls
As truth begs
Me ails wear
In treating me
Stern and aft
To what
It’s awe a boat
In a fathom less see
As ponder us
As wood be
Soully axing
That wee
Follow the ruse to the maxim
Wile drunk on port and star bored
Just saying
Know soliciting
In pre-paring
For the buy and buy
A veritable alms race
Of never enough
Calling up
On me
That most slalom prey
Of undistinguished power
Peaked
As summit
Afar a field
Wear heaven metes earth
Until holy grounded

Loser that I am, I have learned, often the hard weigh, that not getting what I want can bring forth good, even better. May we not be suckered into that tempting bettor of insisting on winning all the time.

Pre-Mature Ends

He wanted to win
Sow bad
He could almost tase it
Daring you
To have too
Pry it
From his cold, dead hands
And awe involved
Holy for gotten
The point
As means
Overreach
Their buy way
There pre-mature
Ends

A phrase oft repeated in our household is “Some people have too much money.” I subscribe to the ancient wisdom that you can’t serve two master: God AND money. The dividing line between these two worldviews seems to be about “deserving” when it comes to money and about overwhelming gratitude when it comes to serving God. Here is such wisdom in a more poetic form:

De-serving

Sum people
Have to
Much money
Parently not
Having received
From above
That memo
Re: can’t
Serve money
As well
As God
And what
A greed
Buy awe
Concerning
De-serve

You can’t idiot proof wisdom. Or, perhaps more aptly, as Mark Twain is reported to have said: “Don’t argue with a fool. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.”

The Gulf of Wisdom

Can won
Idiot proof
Wisdom
As sum wholly con quest
Bred for succors and loosers
That gulf in under standing
As par
Take
Or fore
Give
Down the fair way
As some kind of genus
A fateful stroke
Awe weighs fancying
Some club hows
Exclusively their own
Insight of their elusive
Hole in won

Making anti-fascism great again is a life well spent.

What Can Save US?

What can save US
In the dawn of mourning
At high noon
Or the mettle of the night
Hanging on for deer life
In the king’s forced
Retreating into cavemen manor
A fool frontal assault
To gather behind
The genus of general strike
And the uniting of thousands of others
As sound judgments
What might you due
To show the weigh
Perhaps awe of the above
Is the hole greater than
Sum of each
Whatever that might be
You embrace
It’s awe attest
As you
Out
Come
Sow affirm till the end
How ever
Long the weigh
Saving nothing
Accept
Well spent

When experiencing brutally disruptive forces, even violently traumatic forces, it can seem nearly impossible to sow creative, life-building seeds needed to grow a better future. I suspect that one of the reasons why violence “works” is that it is a powerful invitation to its victims to contract their vision, typically leaning into terms and perspectives desired and defined by perpetrators, rather than expanding won’s vision beyond violence. May we transcend the shit thrown at us.

Sow Over it

The shit hit the fan
Wince again
Only what life
Mustered
Time flies
Swarming
The scion of lies
A tract to crapping out
Wresting in cruel fete
As see of it
Still
That small voice
From heavin’ above
Bids us here
Take a look see
Fertile eyes
Sow over it

The current political shit-show seems to be a Rorschach test for every right-winger and white-wringer to project their darkest ambitions.

As Rorschach Attest

Does this ass make our country look big?
Taking
Shit to the limit
Closely abutting throttling
To what end
A banned width
Crowding out others
Of each and every kind
By sum fecund distraction
Not with standing
Butt by living by breadth alone
A grave shallowness
Immune to depth charges
And with awe the sucking up
No oxygen
To be had
As ape X-predator
Extincting to high heaven
Weather T-rex or T-rump
The only won that madders
Is but a stain
Under wear
As Rorschach attest
Ample means
For our foulest projections

I love that sparkle in your eye, awe the time.

In the Twinkle of an I

Look
That far away
Look
Sow near
Look
At that starry
Look into my I’s
Picking up
Glitter everywhere
Weather barely a flash
Blinding flare
Or soully a spark
For awe that wood be
As life goes bye
Scintillate into the night
Glow in peace
With rare blinking
Awe ways twinkling

A while back, I heard for the first time the term, “barndominium,” as a barn or storage facility on the first floor and housing on the second floor. Also, the term refers to the housing as “extra” housing, not a primary residence. In the case I heard, it was for boat storage and extra housing for when the kids or other guests visited. Of coarse, such an outhouse is subject to a commensurate amount of bullshit. There is a saying, “Eat, drink, and be merry,” which sometimes appends something to the effect of life being short. The popular wisdom in this usually connotes, “Enjoy life, it’s short.” The original aphorism is from the Bible, and its admonition has the exact opposite meaning: Don’t be seduced by worldly wealth for one’s own purpose when the world offers rich opportunities to do God’s work in an often unjust and merciless world. This poem is my take on this original scripture and meaning.

Barn Dominion – Owed to Luke 12:16-21

And he told them this parable: “The ground of a certain rich man yielded an abundant harvest. He thought to himself, ‘What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.’ Then he said, ‘This is what I’ll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store my surplus grain. And I’ll say to myself, ‘You have plenty of grain laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.’ But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’ This is how it will be with whoever stores up things for themselves but is not rich toward God.” Luke 12:16-21 (NIV)

He thought too himself
I have
So so much
What am I
Too due
For me and mine
And how sow
Billed a barn
I’ing the prize
Enough
Cache for owed age
A tenuous spell
As money pact
A dicey bargain
With grave ends
Take life
Easy
Eat, drink, and be merry
Tabling banquets
That fit
Fore heaven
Unearthed
The juice of strange fruits
Drunk
Preparing rapturous receptions
With fooled for the gods
Fleeced by unshared fetes
As wolves in sheep’s clothing
Their soul refrain
Their see’d
Look at
Me
We
Jōb creators
Meting their maker
The lease of these
And awe that was ever axed
Turned out
To be a lode of crop
As foolish as conceivable accede
Temped by a bettor weigh
As faith lies
Vacant
To what
Could have
Bin
Sow, sow much

Life begins at dreams. May we join together and guard each other’s dreams as life itself.

Life Pros

They congregated awe of their dreams
Into a majestic mass
Vowing to guard
Each other’s
Their sacred mission
To never abort
That awe embracing berth of life
Getting together
Creating as one
Living with all kinds

God raining good things on the unjust has more to do about abundant mercy than justice somehow thwarted. God’s mercy does not get in the way of justice. Please feel free to act justly, even sow.

Reigning Cats and Dogs

The sky cries
On the unjust
And just
Reigning
Cats and dogs
And every mortal kind
Awe that is mist
And varily
Precipitating hail
As coldly borne
In some spitting image
Weather cleansing shower
Or dam flood
Down poor
Or life flush
On balance
Know madder how dry
In the foolness of time
Our cherry-picking nature demands
Water
You going
Too due

Don’t be a tool.

Getting It

For every problem
There is a tool
Devil made™
His pitch
When you get
To the fork
In the road
Take it

It’s awe there, write in front of you.

Mote of Sand

“To see a world in a grain of sand” – William Blake

I seed
The hole world
In a mote of sand
In a stellar case
Of reveres engineering
Dammed well intuit
Every present cascades
For awe those pour in spirit
Insighting won’s riot mind
Every perspective just a positioned
With each and every inner relationship
Everything pain homage to everything ails
And still
Drunk on beauty
Such a lure
In is capable
As out her loveliness
That you verse
Subject to awe
That is possible
And immanent
And however mine
Full
Possessed by awe